Carrots, Cucumbers and Body Swaps

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This story revolves around an inventing dad, who accidentally swaps his wife and 1yr daughters bodies.

Carrots, Cucumbers and Body Swaps

Bing…

“Mommy, look!”

Cat rushes to the oven, switching it off for the dinner cooks inside. 

“Mommy!?” Hanna, her daughter, follows just behind

Splat!

“Oh my god….” Cat grumbles, watching her one-year-old topple carrots to the floor.

Cat dives to the floor, trying to salvage what she can

“Mommy…  Mommy,” Hanna begins to pout. “You’re not looking. Look what I can do!”

Forcing a smile, Cat turns to her daughter. “Very good, sweetheart. Mommy is a little busy right now.”

“You always say that!” Hanna stomps a foot. “You’re always working and never play with me anymore!”

Crack!

Grace throws her sippy cup directly at Cat’s head from point-blank range.

A deep breath later, Cat stands, picks up the sippy cup with one hand, and throws the ruined carrots in the bin with the other. She then tries to remember what she was doing. Rubbing at her face with the hand that touched Grace’s food, she ends up smearing carrot across her cheek.

“I hate you, Mommy!” Hanna grunts, sitting on the floor in a heap as she sulks. “You're so mean.”

Tears dribble from Hanna’s eyes as she begins to tantrum right there on the kitchen floor. Grace looks down from her hair chair and laughs as her much older sister screams bloody murder.

“Hanna…” Cat whines, gritting her teeth as her daughter’s screaming echoes off the walls. “Hanna…. Please….”

“No!” Hanna spits, curling into a ball

“Hanna….” Cat kneels before her daughter, trying to calm her. “Please. Mommy needs you to be good right now…”

“No!”

“Hanna….” Cat reaches to her daughter to comfort her, only to have her hand batted away

At that moment, the door to the basement and her husband's research space slides open. Outsteps Jason, in a world of his own

“Sweetheart….” He says, wondering with a small white remote-like device in his hand. “Sweetheart….?”

He sits at the table in the kitchen, next to Grace, completely obvious. He only takes notice as a pot on the stove begins to boil over.

As the water crackles and streams, hitting the direct heat of the gas stove, Jason looks up and points.

“Erm…Cat. You might wanna turn that stove off.”

Cat looks up from the floor and glares in her husband's direction. “In a minute!”

Studying the small device in his hand, Jason isn’t present for his wife's response. He’s just muttering to himself as he adjusts a small dial on the device.

“I hate you, Mommy…!”

Crackle.

“Don’t be like that, dear.”

Hiss

“Cat…” Jason looks up. “The pot…?”

Splat

Cucumber directly on the back of Cat’s head from Grace, laughing.

“Oh my,” Jason chuckles. “Good throw, little one. You get that strong arm from your father!”

Cat grits down hard on her teeth as the pot on the stove isn’t the only thing about the boil over. Overstimulated and frustrated, Cat looks down at her feet and tries her best to stay calm.

Plop

Another cucumber slice lands on her shoulder, and it’s the straw that broke the camel's back.

“JASON!” Cat screams, staring daggers in his direction. “Will you just HELP me already! You’ve got arms, you lazy Ass! You turn off the stove!”

Shocked and confused at her outburst, Jason fumbles with the device in his hand as he rushes to stand from his seat. It falls onto Grace’s high table as he jumps toward the stove to turn off the boiling pot.

Jason twists the stove dial, killing the flame. Steam hisses into nothing, and he turns with a laugh that’s far too light for the moment.

“No big deal. Crisis averted.”

Cat snaps upright, finger stabbing into his chest so hard he staggers back a step.

“Are you serious right now, Jason? I am drowning here. Drowning. And you sit downstairs in your cave all day tinkering with….” she jabs at his chest, “….whatever failed invention you're working on, while I’m up here trying to survive flying cucumbers, carrots, and wild tantrums!”

Jason’s grin doesn’t falter. In fact, it brightens, his eyes going wide. “Oh, but sweetheart! This one’s a winner,” he says in delight. “Cat, you won’t believe this—”

“Jason!” Cat barks, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.

Jason slides his glasses up his nose.

“I’ve invented a……body-swapping prototype!” He cheers. “Do you realize what this means? The possibilities? Perspective shifts, empathy breakthroughs, etc, etc….”

“Are you kidding me right now!?” Cat shouts, throwing her arms wide. “I’m being pulled from pillar to post by your children, and you’re giving me a sales pitch on your latest… toy?”

Before Jason can respond, a high-pitched squeal cuts through the tension. Both parents whip their heads toward the high chair.

Grace has the device in her hands, innocently playing with the buttons and dials.

“Grace….no!” Cat lunges to snatch it from Grace’s clumsy hands.

But the baby is faster. She twists the dial, her tongue poking out in concentration. The lights flash, a soft beep fills the air, and she giggles as she swings it first at Cat.

Jason’s face drains of color. “Wait! It’s not ready—”

Before he can grab it, Grace turns the device back on herself. Her tiny thumb slams down on the button.

The kitchen floods with a crackling hum. A burst of pale-blue light arcs around Grace’s high chair, washing across the room.

Cat shields her eyes. “Jason!” she screams.

And then….silence.

The device clatters to the floor, breaking apart into two pieces.

Grace sits in her chair, blinking slowly, her expression confused. Cat falls to the floor, seemingly unable to stand, but not through pain. Both Cat and Grace begin to babble incoherently.

Jason looks down in fright as his invention lies smashed at his feet

“Noooo….” He kneels, gathering the pieces! “

Unaware that his wife has started crawling around the kitchen floor on her hands and knees, Jason stands with the device in his hands and shows his one-year-old daughter the damage.

“Gracie!” he complains at her with a wag of his finger. “Naughty girl.”

Grace shakes her head fiercely, her curls gently bouncing. She points at herself with both hands, looking as if she’s about to scream.

“Momma! Momma!” she cries as clear as her baby voice will allow. “Momma! Momma!”

Jason pauses, then dismisses it with another finger wag. “No, sweetheart. Not Momma’s fault. Babie’s fault.”

“Momma!” Grace repeats, slapping her own chest. She points across the room with a chubby finger. “Momma!”

Jason follows her gesture. His brow furrows.

Cat is on all fours, crawling in slow circles on the kitchen floor. She babbles nonsense, knocking over a spoon with a loud clang. She giggles at the sound, then topples sideways into the cupboard door, drool glistening on her chin.

Jason’s jaw slackens.

“Daddy?” Hanna pipes up, tugging on his sleeve. Her face is blotchy from crying, but her voice is steady now. “Why is Mommy acting like a baby?”

Jason stares at his wife now, banging her fist on the tiles and cooing at the mess. His eyes snap back to the high chair. Grace’s little face is red with frustration as she pounds her fists on the tray.

“Momma! MOM-MA!” she yells again, pointing at herself, then at Cat.

It clicks.

Jason’s lips part, his voice a rasp. “Oh… my god.” He staggers back, the broken device rattling in his grip. “They… they swapped.”

His wife gurgles happily from the floor, smacking her palm against a cucumber slice.

“They’ve swapped?” Hanna asks, getting to her tiptoes to look curiously at baby Grace in her high chair. “What does that mean?”

Blood drains from Jason’s face as he looks at Grace, Cat, and then the broken device in his hands.

“I-I….It means….” Jason gasps and brings a single hand to his mouth. “Mommy and Grace are in each other's bodies!”

Hanna stares for a moment up at her father, then points at Cat crawling on the floor.

“That’s Grace?” she asks.

Then she tiptoes up again to look at Grace in the high chair. “And this is Mommy?”

Grace—cat, bounces in the highchair, delighted she’s been able to get the message across. “Momma, momma….” She repeats, pressing a fat finger into her chest.

Jason clutches the broken device pieces to his chest, his grin stretching ear to ear.

“It works,” he whispers, eyes shining. “It actually works.”

A sharp cry cuts through the air. Cat, now Grace whails and grabs a fist full of cucumbers, hurling towards Jason like tiny vegetable missiles.

Splat, one directly onto Jason’s nose, but he doesn’t stop smiling.

Jason’s excitement only grows. He drops the device fragments onto the counter and scoops Cat up, holding her against him. She squirms, kicking at his ribs, her little hands batting at his shirt.

“Cat…..it’s you, isn’t it?” Jason beams down at her, ignoring the tears soaking through his collar. “My brilliant wife… inside Grace’s body. Oh, this is extraordinary.”

“Waaaaaahhh!” Baby Cat thrashes, her cries raw and helpless. “Mommaaa! Daddaaaa!”

Jason rocks her gently, eyes wide with wonder. “Listen to you. Seems can’t say anything else, can you? Your vocabulary’s restricted. Neurological regression. This is a fascinating development, if you pardon my pun. Your whole brain’s adapting to the baby's body.”

“Daddaaaa!” she sobs, pounding her fists weakly against his chest.

Jason studies her, entranced. “But do you still understand me?”

Her cries falter for a beat. She sniffs, blinking up at him, then gives the smallest nod.

Jason gasps, overcome with delight. He hugs her close, bouncing her slightly as if she were just Grace.

“Incredible. Absolutely incredible! You’re still you in there, Cat. Cognition intact, speech compromised. It works! It works! We’re going to be rich!”

Jason bounces Baby Cat in his arms, still grinning like a fool as she kicks and groans.

“We’re going to be rich! Do you hear me, Cat? Rich!”

But Baby Cat’s face changes. Her crying slows, replaced with a scrunched, red-cheeked grimace. Her eyes squeeze shut. Her body stiffens.

Jason blinks. “Uh… Cat?”

Across the room, Grace-as-Cat mirrors the expression in her high chair. She stops babbling and slowly crawls her way across the floor and makes her way to a quietish corner of the kitchen.

Both faces turn beetroot.

Pffffrrrt!

Jason freezes as Baby Cat lets loose against his chest. He doesn’t even have time to react before the smell hits. His nose wrinkles. “Oh, no…”

Blaaart!

From the floor, Grace-as-Cat explodes with her own answer, grunting loudly, eyes wide with relief.

Jason looks from one to the other, horror dawning.

“Oh, god. Not both of you. Not at the same time…”

Baby Cat starts to fuss again, wriggling uncomfortably in his arms, damp warmth spreading through her onesie. Meanwhile, Grace-as-Cat shifts uncomfortably, groaning as much as taken by surprise.

Hanna stands nearby, laughs at the sound, and then begins to giggle, “Daddy… they… they both… pooped.”

Jason closes his eyes, exhaling hard through his nose. His grin is gone now, replaced with the heavy slump of reality.

“Yes, Hanna. They did.”

He glances at the smashed device on the counter. Then, at the baby in his arms. Then, the adult baby on the floor. Both instantly begin to cry out in unison.

And now… both his responsibility.

Jason drags a hand down his face. “Without your mother… It’s all on me.”

The weight of the moment presses on him as Baby Cat wails against his chest and Grace-as-Cat slams her fists in frustration, her red face still twisted from the indignity.

Jason sighs, shoulders slumping, and looks at the broken remote one more time.

“I have to fix this.”

Some time later, after changing Grace’s Backside first.

Jason bends over Baby Cat, holding her carefully on the changing table. He exhales deeply, bracing himself.

“Alright… here we go,” he mutters, adjusting the diaper beneath her. “Hopefully, this will be much easier with you, Cat, than it was with our fully grown one-year-old.” Jason lets out an exhausted sigh. “That was an experience for sure…”

Baby Cat fusses, wriggling slightly, a tiny crease forming between her brows. Jason pauses mid-motion, glancing down at her face.

“Settle please….” he murmurs, realizing the little scrunched expression of discomfort.

Jason softens his tone. “Okay, okay, Cat… I see you. You’re uncomfortable. It’s alright. We’ll get you clean, I promise. Just… breathe. Close your eyes if you want, and think about something else.”

Baby Cat blinks up at him, her tiny body relaxing fractionally as she obeys, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good girl… that’s my smart wife,” he murmurs, carefully unwrapping her diaper.

Jason winces at the poo explosion before him

“Wow goodness,” he chuckles to himself as he cleans.

As the wet wipes clean away the muck, Cat gets increasingly aggravated. She kicks and squirms with every wipe.

“Nearly done,” Jason says, grabbing a new diaper. “You’re being such a brave girl.”

Fastening the diaper tight onto Cat, Jason can’t help but notice how she’s biting her bottom lip and staring up at the ceiling.

Gently standing Cat awkwardly on her feet, holding her by her arms, Jason smiles at her triumphantly.

“See,” she says, gently bouncing her. “Don’t you feel better now you're all clean and in a new diaper?”

Cat frowns and tries to pick at the diaper to take it off

“No…” she commands, shaking her head. “Momma. Mommaaa!”

“Cat….” Jason takes her little hands away from her diaper and smiles. “You need to wear this for now. You clearly aren’t able to control your movements anymore. I’m sorry.”

“No!” Cat whines, squirming in Jason’s hands. “Mommaaa…”

“I know. I know….” Jason tilts his head to one side, looking at her in his hands, trying desperately to stand on very unsure little feet. “How about this…” Jason scoops baby Cat into his arms and carries her over to the closet where two of Grace’s outfits hang from little hangers.

“Because you are a big girl,” Jason looks down at Cat in his arms before pointing at a small frilly dress and then a pink onsie. “Why don’t you point out what you want to wear?”

Jason carefully holds Baby Cat in his arms as she points decisively at the frilly pink dress.

“Alright, alright, the dress it is,” he says, balancing her gently on the changing table. He slides the tiny outfit over her wriggling body, fastening the little snaps and tugging the leggings into place. The bib comes last, and he smooths it down, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“There we go… all set,” he murmurs, stepping back. He grabs the handheld mirror from the dresser and holds it in front of Baby Cat’s face.

Cat wrinkles her nose and scowls up at her reflection. “Momma… Mommaaaa!” she whines, pointing at herself. Her tiny fists curl, clearly unimpressed.

Jason chuckles softly, brushing a curl from her forehead. “Oh, come on… You look adorable, just adorable.” He exaggerates a proud grin, bouncing her lightly in his arms. Baby Cat squirms but doesn’t protest further.

“Now… let’s see about the rest of the crew,” Jason mutters, carefully scooping her up. “We’ve got some explaining to do downstairs.”

The stairs creak under Jason’s careful weight as he carries Baby Cat down into the basement, where the hum of machinery and scattered tools fills the air.

There, Grace-as-Cat sits in the middle of the floor, arms crossed, glaring up at him with her tiny adult gaze, and Hanna watches curiously, sitting beside Grace, trying to make sense of the chaos.

Jason sets Baby Cat down gently on a soft mat he’s laid out, smoothing her dress and adjusting her bib. “Hanna, has Gracie been good?”

“Yes,” Hanna nods.

“Alright,” he begins, running a hand through his hair. “Now we have to figure out how to manage all of you like this, and….most importantly….get everyone back to where they belong.”

Grace-as-Cat grumbles, flopping back slightly, and Baby Cat looks up at Jason, still scowling but beginning to mimic the tiny gestures of a one-year-old.

Jason sighs, crouching between them. “Okay… let’s start with small steps. First, we need to keep everyone safe, then we will work on reversing this swap.

Jason rubs his temples, feeling the weight of the chaos pressing down. Baby Cat scowls at him from the soft mat, little fists clenching. Grace-as-Cat, meanwhile, sits nearby, arms crossed, already fidgeting.

Hanna brightens suddenly. “Daddy… put Mommy in the highchair like Grace! She’ll be safe there!”

Jason blinks, then nods. “You’re right, Hanna. That’s a good idea.” Carefully, he scoops Baby Cat into his arms, her tiny legs dangling as she squirms and whines.

“Momma! Momma!” Baby Cat protests, kicking frantically.

Jason sets her gently into Grace’s highchair, fastening the straps carefully. Baby Cat immediately shakes her head and cries, “No! No! Momma!”

Hanna beams, holding up a rattle. “Here, Mommy! Look!” She shakes it excitedly, trying to cheer her mother up.

Baby Cat grabs the rattle, examines it briefly, then hurls it across the basement. It bounces off a metal workbench with a sharp clatter. “No! No!” she yells, glaring.

Jason winces as the sound echoes off the walls.

Meanwhile, Grace-as-Cat, still unable to really control her adult body, begins exploring the basement. She grabs tools, knocks over scattered devices, and tangles herself in cords. Jason rushes over, panic rising.

“Grace! Stop! You could hurt yourself!” he warns. Grace-as-Cat ignores him, swiping at a precarious stack of metal containers, sending a few clattering to the floor.

Jason groans, muttering, “This is… this is a two-front disaster.” He glances at the two swapped bodies: Baby Cat squirming helplessly in the tiny highchair, and Grace-as-Cat wreaking havoc in the basement.

He looks around, desperately trying to think.

“Daddy…” Hanna walks over, holding her stomach. “I’m hungry.”

Jason hands his head and lets out a long sigh.

“Oh, my goodness.” He rubs his eyes under his glasses. “Okay, let me sort that first.

Some time later…

Jason lets out a long breath and pushes at his sore back.

“Right….” He groans, rubbing his tired eyes. “Are we all sorted now!?

In front of him, they all sit, munching on the hastily prepared food he’s put out in front of them.

Baby Cat glares at the mushy heap of baby food on her tray, sticking out her tiny tongue in stubborn protest. Nearby, Grace-as-Cat sprawls in a uniquely improvised adult high chair, hurling carrots across Jason’s cluttered workspace with reckless glee.

Hanna sits a safe distance away, perched in her own chair, quietly munching on her monstrous portion of fries.

“Okay, girls….” Jason looks across them all. “Can I work now?”

Splat

A carrot hurtles across the space and smacks Jason square on the forehead from Cat’s direction. Hanna and Grace can’t help but laugh, leaving Jason to rub his head and turn away, frowning.

“I guess I deserve that,” Jason mumbles to himself.

As Jason works, Baby Cat pokes at the mushy food on her tray, her tiny hands awkwardly scooping clumps into her mouth. She gurgles in frustration, missing her mouth repeatedly, and finally hurls a spoonful of the goo onto the floor.

“No! No!” she yells, glaring up at Jason as if he personally created this injustice.

Grace-as-Cat bursts into laughter from her high chair, clapping her hands in delight. Hanna giggles uncontrollably at the sight of Baby Cat flinging her meal. Encouraged by their laughter, Baby Cat grins mischievously and scoops another handful of mush, flinging it straight at Jason. It splats across his shoulder, dribbling down his arm.

“Dadda!” Baby Cat squeals, clearly pleased with herself. “No! No!”

Hanna laughs harder, pointing at the spectacle. “Look, Daddy! Momma’s throwing food!”

Grace-as-Cat leans over the side of her high chair, tossing a carrot across Jason’s workspace with precise aim. Hanna doubles over in laughter, nearly falling off her chair.

Jason sighs, wiping mush and carrot off his shirt, but a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Despite the chaos, he keeps his focus on the broken device in front of him, delicately tightening screws and reconnecting wires.

“Alright… just a little more… he mutters under his breath, balancing the mess around him.

Baby Cat, feeling empowered by the chaos, grabs another glob of mush and hurls it, this time aiming squarely at Jason’s glasses. “No! No! Dadda!” she yells gleefully.

Grace-as-Cat giggles uncontrollably, throwing yet more food across the room.

Hanna joins in, shrieking with laughter as the carrots, baby food, and fries litter the floor around Jason’s feet.

Jason, now splattered in a mixture of carrots, mush, and small puddles of baby food, leans back slightly and shakes his head. “Least they’re all bonding over something…” he mutters.

Somehow, amidst the food flinging, laughter, and scattered carrots, Jason’s hands remain steady, his focus unwavering.

For a moment, he glances up at the three girls. His wife in the baby's body, the baby in an adult body, and Hanna gleefully enjoys the madness.

“Well… if we survive this, I think we’ll all have stories to tell,” he smirks as the device powers on once more, as another carrot sails past his ear.

Triumphant, Jason turns to show all three he’s fixed it, only for him to get peppered by food missiles coming at him from all angles.

Jason stumbles back as the barrage of food hits him all at once. Carrots thump against his chest, mush splatters across his shirt, and a rogue fry smacks him in the forehead. He wipes his glasses clean with the corner of his shirt, laughing despite himself.

“You know what?” he says, voice full of exasperated amusement, “once this is all sorted… I will never take my wife for granted again.”

He sets the device in his hands with meticulous precision. Confident, he powers it on, gently adjusting the dials and settings to reverse the swap and return Grace and Cat to their rightful bodies.

The hum of the device fills the basement, a soft blue glow washing over the chaotic scene.

Baby Cat squeals, “Momma! Dadda!” while Grace-as-Cat giggles. Hanna claps her hands in delight.

Jason’s brow furrows as he steadies the device. “Alright… just a few more seconds, girls. Stay… calm…”

“Yay! Mommy’s going back to normal!” Hanna shouts, thrusting her arms into the air. The fry in her hand rockets across the room, flying toward Jason with perfect comic aim.

Smush

The fry makes direct contact with the device in Jason’s hand, and in that split second, slightly changes the settings.

“No!” Jason yells, lunging to change it back, but the device hums, and then a bright flash of pale blue light fills the basement. The hum crescendos, crackling electricity arcs around, and in an instant… everything changes.

The blue light fades, leaving the basement in quiet chaos. Jason blinks, disoriented.

Silence fills the room.

Grace giggles from her back in her normal body, yet nothing else seems right.

Cat stretches in Jason’s adult body, flexing long arms and testing the weight of herself.

“Huh!? I’m a man?” she mutters in his deep voice. #

She shrugs, a grin spreading across her face. “But adult again! Finally, I can think without drooling, stand properly… oh, this is glorious.” She twirls in place. “Sure, I have hair where I don’t want it, but I’m an adult again!”

Hanna, now in Cat’s adult body, perches in the high chair she was in moments ago. Her hands explore her new chest. “Whoa… Mom has… boobs? And I’m… big? This is insane!” She bounces slightly in the chair. “I’m Mommy! I’m powerful!” She snatches a carrot and waves it like a scepter. “Bow before me, I’m mommy now!”

Jason looks down at his own body, and he’s in his daughter’s tiny frame. Blonde curls spill across his face, brushing the frilly pink dress he inexplicably wears. He wiggles himself off the chair and stands oh so small.

 “Oh… no,” he mutters, trying to reach the workbench, the device, anything. “This… this is going to make inventing impossible.”

Cat grabs a stray carrot and twirls it between her fingers. “Hey, Hanna… looks like Daddy’s in your body now. Look how cute he is!”

They both coo and giggle as Jason desperately attempts to drag a chair over to his worktop stand with his tiny new body.

Hanna leans over the side of the make-shift high chair she’s still strapped into, swinging her adult legs, pointing at Jason. “You’re so tiny, Daddy!”

Cat leans over to her husband's tiny frame. “Want me to reach something for you, cutie….?”

Jason slumps, unable to move the chair, “Well… this is going to make it hard to invent anything…. so yes.”

Cat rolls her eyes. “Say please…. Young lady…”